You Strike My Fancy Lyrics

We made it known

By slow dancing

At the Turning Point

You put your hands

On my bottom

Soft, but all powerful

Your tongue bathed my ear

Making our kisses

Taste like wax

We were on stage

And that was half the fun of it

Though, having your punk girlfriend

Sling her waitress tray at my head

Made the event

A bit of a downer

I ducked and ran for cover

I grabbed my camel hair coat

And I descended sixteen stairs to the street

I was on fire, I was on fire, I was on fire

What about you?

Even thirty years later

I wonder still

What was your favourite colour?

Was it vermillion?

A first love never dies

Even if you try

To kill it in its sleep

Do you still want me?

To stop it in its tracks

You ain't coming back

We made it known

By slow dancing

At the Turning Point

I put my hands

On your bottom

Soft, but all powerful

Your tongue bathed my ear

Making our kisses

Taste like wax

Making our kisses

Taste like wax

Making our kisses

Taste like wax